once, when the thud of the drum struck again
like a summons. They sat still talking, listening with a second
consciousness. Then a man arose and threw off his blanket, and
threw wood on the central fire. Then he walked through the seated
men to where the women clustered in the fullness of their skirts.
There he waited, smiling with a look of abstraction. Till a girl
rose and came with utmost shyness towards him, holding her rebozo
tight over her lowered head with her right hand, and taking the
hand of the man in her left. It was she who lifted the motionless
hand of the man in her own, shyly, with a sudden shy snatching.
He laughed, and led her through the now risen men, towards the
inner fire. She went with dropped head, hiding her face in confusion.
But side by side and loosely holding hands, they began to tread
the soft, heavy dance-step, forming the first small segment of
the inner, stationary circle.
And now all the men were standing facing outwards, waiting to
be chosen. And the women quickly, their shawled headss hidden,
were slipping in and picking up the loose right hand of the man
of their choice. The inner men with the naked shoulders were soon
chosen. The inner circle, of men and women in pairs, hand in hand,
was closing.
`Come, Nina, come!' said Juana, looking up at Kate with black,
gleaming eyes.
`I am afraid!' said Kate. And she spoke the truth.
One of the bare-breasted men had come across the street, out of
the crowd, and was standing waiting, near the doorway in which
Kate stood, silently, with averted face.
`Look! Nina! This master is waiting for you. Then come! Oh, Nifia,
come!'
The voice of the criada had sunk to the low, crooning, almost
magical appeal of the women of the people, and her black eyes
glistened strangely, watching Kate's face. Kate, almost mesmerized,
took slow, reluctant steps forward, towards the man who was standing
with averted face.
`Do you mind?' she said in English, in great confusion.. And she
touched his fingers with her own.
His hand, warm and dark and savagely suave, loosely, almost with
indifference, and yet with the soft barbaric nearness, held her
fingers, and he led her to the circle. She dropped her head, and
longed to be able to veil her face. In her white dress.

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